Chapter 85: Deflated Soybeans for Nesting

A pheasant is not a rabbit. If it arrives a little later, it might be caught and killed by the eagle.

Fortunately, the distance was short, and what Yue Feng feared did not happen. When Yue Feng reached the bottom of the valley, the eagle was burying its head and plucking the feathers of its prey at its feet.

This big rooster weighed at least three kilograms, but under the iron-backed red eagle claws weighing more than two kilograms, it was like a dimensionality reduction attack, and it could not move at all.

Yue Feng took out a small knife and cut a small cut on the pheasant’s wing. The meat roll was stained with chicken blood, and he gave Daying a few more rolls of meat to eat.

After a simple reward, Yue Feng repeated his old trick, covering the eagle’s claws, picked up the prey, tied it up with his hands behind his back, and then stuffed it into his satchel.

When the first pheasant went into the pocket, Yue Feng’s heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.

This iron-backed red monster must be able to catch rabbits. His ability of catching prey from the sky (a falconry term, meaning catching prey flying in the sky, corresponding to which is catching prey from the ground, the more representative of which is catching rabbits) is too great.

There is endless bird food in the wild. Who would risk getting injured and fighting with a rabbit? Anyway, a chick can fill you up.

Catching the first pheasant completely opened the door to a new world for Yue Feng. He returned to the gentle slope below the field and continued moving forward along one side.

The pheasants moving around here are not too afraid of people. They basically take off within a range of no more than 20 meters from Yuefeng, and then are shot down by the eagle within 30 to 50 meters. There were three pheasants in a row, two males and one female. The battle process was like a script, and they were all replicas of the first pheasant.

It took less than half an hour to get the three chickens. If we only talk about efficiency, it is much higher than catching a flying dragon.

It was the first day at the new place, and Yue Feng had no intention of leaving just because there were still at least a few hours before he could go home in the evening. He might as well walk around a little more to reduce the population pressure on the pheasants moving around here.

After strolling for a while, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon without him noticing. Yue Feng did not feel bored at all as he was fighting the whole time.

There shouldn’t be many people setting traps near the Black Coffin Valley, as the density of pheasants is terrifyingly high.

From noon to 11: in the afternoon, about four hours, Yue Feng, alone with his eagle, caught pheasants, three roosters, and eight hens weighing about one and a half pounds.

When he came here, he didn’t think that debut would be the peak of his career, so Yue Feng didn’t bring any extra spare hunting bag. He just tied up the wings and legs of eleven pheasants and stuffed them into the bag, which was already bulging and completely full.

Look at the big eagle again. It has caught so many chickens in a row but still shows no sign of being tired. Its two thick and strong eagle legs are squatting on Yue Feng’s arm with a cold light flashing in its eyes, and it is full of fighting spirit.

It was getting late, and it was definitely unrealistic to continue lowering. Yue Feng finally took out the meat roll wrapped in cabbage leaves from his backpack and filled the big eagle’s crop.

After feeding the eagle, Yue Feng planned to go home.

When they went back, they still followed the same route they came from. The only difference was that Yue Feng took out soybeans from his trouser pocket as he walked.

Every few dozen meters, they would scatter a small handful of grass as they walked.

The soybeans of this era are still the old black navel variety. When planted on reclaimed land, the yield is actually not high. Because they can be used to extract oil, the price of soybeans is much higher than corn, wheat, etc.

The shriveled soybeans in Yue Feng’s trouser pocket were taken from the kitchen when he went home to raise rabbits.

There were two small cloth bags at home to hold beans. Occasionally, when the child was greedy, Meng Yulan would scoop out a spoonful and let Jingjing take it to the tofu shop in the village to exchange for tofu.

The soybeans that Yue Feng scattered everywhere were picked from one of the pockets. These soybeans were second-grade ones picked out by Meng Yulan that were not very full or had worm holes. Although the quality was slightly worse, ordinary people would not be willing to use them to cause harm.

Yue Feng did not think this was a scourge. Hunting and fishing are actually quite similar sometimes. If you want to produce prey stably in a field for a long time, hunters must not only make profits, but also intervene in nesting to a certain extent.

I caught eleven pheasants in Heicunzaigou today. If I come back and catch more tomorrow, it might be pretty good too.

But if you come here every day, within a few days, the income will drop sharply when you come back later, because the number of pheasants moving around near the bottom of the ditch is limited.

After catching a certain number of pheasants, new pheasants cannot be replenished temporarily, local vacancies are created in the ecological niche, and the prey distribution density is uneven. If more pheasants come, there will be no more pheasants to catch.

Yue Feng was well aware of the long-term value of a good place and did not want to engage in destructive hunting. When he returned, he deliberately scattered some soybean food, which could attract the surrounding pheasants to a certain extent.

To describe it in fishing terms, this is actually building a nest.

No matter how precious soybeans are, a few handfuls of shriveled beans are not worth much. However, because of the influence of these artificial baits, when you come again tomorrow, you may be able to catch pheasants nearby looking for food.

After scattering all the shriveled beans in his pocket, Yue Feng, carrying his bag and mounting his hawk, headed towards the village.

This time when Yue Feng returned to the village, he chose to take the mainland at the entrance of the village.

As we entered the village with the eagle, we saw a group of villagers gathered around Li Yinhua’s shop at the entrance of the village.

Yue Feng didn’t know what was going on, so he walked up to the place with his eagle on his back and his bag on his shoulder, looking curious.

When I got to the edge of the crowd, I found that Zhou Xiaobao was holding a kite and bragging in the middle of the crowd.

“Let me tell you, my kite is really good. Today, my third uncle Jiarui and I went up the mountain and caught more than 30 sand pheasants and flying dragon birds!”

Zhou Xiaobao was spitting all over the place at this moment, his eyes were shining as he spoke, and his face was full of pride and pride.

“Xiao Bao, you are bragging. How can a Little Eagle catch so many flying dragons? Where are the flying dragons you caught?” The mean Wang Meilan couldn’t help but questioned after listening to the speech in the crowd.

“Hey, just in case you don’t believe me, I haven’t even had time to send them home in my bag yet! Look, I’m not bragging! They’re all alive!”

In order to prove himself, Zhou Xiaobao opened the shoulder bag made of bulging fertilizer bags in public, revealing a flying dragon bird with its wings and legs tied with wire.

“Oh, they really are flying dragon birds! There are so many of them! My dear, I have loved you since you were a child. If you catch a flying dragon while flying hawks in the mountains, you must give me one to taste!”

“That’s right, the wealth of the mountain cannot be enjoyed alone. Everyone who sees it should have a share. The birds caught when we release hawks on the mountain for the first time must be shared!” Several other women who were watching the fun with ulterior motives also started to make a noise.

Seeing someone making a fuss, Zhou Xiaobao hurriedly zipped up his pants again.

“That won’t do. My uncle will go to the city to sell the flying dragon bird tomorrow morning. He has already contacted the canteen at the Red Flag Coal Mine. It’s 1.2 yuan a piece!”

Hearing such a high price, the crowd cheered again. A flying dragon bird was worth more than one yuan, which was a lot of money in the eyes of ordinary villagers.

When he first came here, Yue Feng didn’t think too much about it. After all, it was normal for a young man to go up the mountain to release hawks, catch birds, and show off in front of his blind date friends.

But when Yue Feng heard Xiaobao mention that his third uncle Zhou Jianjun had also contacted the Hongqi Coal Mine canteen, his heart skipped a beat.

(End of this chapter)